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Busta

please, attention please
Can I have everybody's please
So humorous, we laugh at all
The alliance has now been formed
Ruff Ryder, Flipmode, 2000, it's now official
It's another

Beats:

Swizz Beats, who hits on your every six weeks
I be on the MP so much that my weak
Ain't sweet, pile 'em in here
All my thugs in the clubs start in here
Now put your in the air, then light your dutches
Me and keep it tight like liposucion
Niggas don't like me get the knife for frontin'
Cause one night in the club gets your life on
You got that whodie, cock that forty
in the 5 with the top back on it
Stop shorty, I know you love me
Probably sample one of my beats owe me money
Plus you don't know me money, so stop the
Before you need the janitors to come mop the up
or Die Volume two, smash the charts
Now put hands in the air for the black Mozart, OH!

Chorus: Busta

(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get hands up, (What!), now all my ladies do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me walk you it
(Ohhhh), Now on
(Screeeam), Jump baby on
Get your hands up, (What!), now all my do it
Get hands up, (What!)
Now let me you through it

Busta

Y'all try to front, I'll send my crew on a hunt
of scheming ass niggas smoking gats and blunts
Busta Rhymes, represent
For the Ruff Ryder, and my nigga
And we be here to present
Y'all niggas some other shit to bang in the street
And block the fuck out, bang the fuckin' floor your feet
Before we bang y'all all with the heat
Feed y'all niggas more like a mutherfuckin' all you can eat
And make you how poncho will play the congo
And on the bongo, free to bounce on the bongo
From New York to Colorado, so just
I'm for today and livin' tomorrow
Open up your mouth, I got big for you to swallow
you through the chest with a hollow
Like the foul you waste and transpired right infront the impalo
Yo, the Busta Busta shock and memorable
You know we precious like minerals, and deadly like

Swizz

Listen, and Ruff Ryders bang out hits
S-W-I two Z's out clips
Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out
Y'all go to war with that bang out flicks
Now find me on in the summer when it starts
And iced up, cut, new pair of Jordans
Thinkin' of extortin, nigga your ain't important
camp hotter than ours?, the fuck y'all snortin'
My bang out bricks, swing, mix, throw dem grams
Hash smokers, hopin' more and out of cans
(Yo Swizz, I heard you stole), Whoa! man
Mindin' my business will you a missin' man
See the wrist and hand?, got on the wall
And a fifth in hand, I'll put your back on the
Nigga ask me no more about nuttin' you hear
Just scream and shout and just wild in

3x

New York, ain't ready for it
A-T-L, they ain't for it
Oh, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
Whoa, Oh, Oh, ain't ready for it
My

Guns bustin' plenty of them, y'all that